No one’s home

In Office but not in Power;
They serve but do not do their duty.
Even the lights yearn to be turned out.
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Paul Dacre

Paul Dacre
Story maker
Is the news:
The carrion will carry on
His power moves.
For him, the higher glory
Of new carpets for his perfect shoes
And even further distance
From the victims of his views.

Another day

In the news today
Another make the bosses pay
Another throw that precious item out
Another have you seen our clout?
Another tale of failure and
Pen-pushers paid to take away
And here’s another day of making something up
And someone, somewhere, feeding it
And someone, somewhere, giving up
Another saying they will not
Some parliamentary member is
An out-of-town investor taking other people’s bets
No, not (quite) patriot by proxy
But a freaky backbench tosspot
Waving signatures as threats
Oh, here’s the Labour Leader busy
Hedging everybody’s bets
Get set: another deselection
#notacult, sir, no sir, gotcha –
Just revoltingly inspired
Heard the Gidiot’s been hired
But the BoJo still has not been fired
Here’s another nasty headline
With another demographic victim
For a witless press inspection
And some ill-informed presenter
Whose researcher went with
What the hell ol’ Blighty’s plastic patriots dreamt up last night
But wait: incoming fright thank Christ
There is that time delay
Swampmonster from across the Pond is now awake
And I’ve already had as much today as I can take…

Unicornucopia

Unicornucopia
Horn of plenty
A shitload of promise
But it’s always empty

A bus and a yacht and a sharp-nosed jet
And a blue passport are as good as it gets
In the land of milk and honey
Where the hope is all sunny for
Controlling our borders, our laws and our money

Weep because it’s pitiful and laugh because it’s funny
How the upper lip is stiff but the follow-through is runny